Toscana
Vanesa Martín
Tuscany
It might be fine
To take the highway
Not to lose sight
Of the smoke our feet left behind
If you find it more coherent
I'll stay pending
With everything you want to move me
Let's not sweeten love
I'm not telling you to play chess, but you play
I already like how you look for me
From the 1500s
The towns I would go with you
To the south of a Tuscan spring
My life, I get bored
If I stay with the desire
If I stay
From the 1500s
The towns I would go with you
To the south of a Tuscan spring
My life, I get bored
If I stay with the desire
If I stay with the desire
And it will be fine
The sun through the window
That was ventilating
Carefully tanning our skin
The morning burns us
I like you in bed
Inevitably standing, too
How are we doing?
Life can die on us
If we don't speed it up
From the 1500s
The towns I would go with you
To the south of a Tuscan spring
My life, I get bored
If I stay with the desire
If I stay
From the 1500s
The towns I would go with you
To the south of a Tuscan spring
My life, I get bored
If I stay with the desire
If I stay with the desire
Fettuccine, carbonara, tortellini, and bresaola
I told you to stop on the coast
You didn't say
Garlic bread for the tomato, puttanesca
(What can I get you?) Order everything
Let me see
What feeling the encounter provokes in us
Let me see
What feeling the encounter provokes in us
From the 1500s
The towns I would go with you
To the south of a Tuscan spring
My life, I get bored
If I stay with the desire
If I stay
From the 1500s
The towns I would go with you
To the south of a Tuscan spring
My life, I get bored
If I stay with the desire
If I stay with the desire
